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aged or not? I believe you haven't such a prayer as that on the stage.

Sncer. Not exactly.

Lei. [To Puff:] But, sir, you haven't settled how we are to get off here.

Puff. You could not go off kneeling, could you?
Lei. Oh, no, sir, impossible !

Puf. It would have a good effect, 'ifaith, if you could “exeunt praying !” Yes, and would vary the established mode of springing off with a glance at the pit.

Sneer. Oh, never mind: so as you get them off, I'll answer for it, the audience won't care how.

PuffWell, then, repeat the last line standing, and go off the old way.

All. And sanctify whatever means we use to gain them.'

[Exeunt, R. Dan. Bravo! a fine exit. Sneer. Stay a moment.

The SENTINELS get up. 1st. Sen. All this shall to Lord Burleigh's ear. 2d. Sen. 'Tis meet it should.' [Exeunt Sentinels, R.

Dan. Hey !-why, I thought those fellows had been asleep?

Puff. Only a pretence; there's the art of it; they were spies of Lord Burleigh's. But take care, my dear Dangle, the morning gun is going to fire.

Dan. Well, that will have a fine effect.

Puf: I think so, and helps to realize the scene. (Cannon, three times from battery, L.) What the plague !three morning guns !-there never is but ono! `Aye, this is always the way at the theatre-give these fellows a good thing, and they never know when to have done with it. You have no more cannon to fire ?

Promp. [From within, L.] No, sir.
Puff. Now, then, for soft music.
Sneer. Pray what's that for ?

Puff. It shows that Tilburina is coming; nothing introduces you a heroine like soft music.

Here she comes. Dan. And her confidant, I suppose ?

Puff. To be sure : here they are-inconsolable—to the minuet in Ariadne !

[Soft music in Orchestra.


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Enter TILBURINA and CONFIDANT, R. · Til. Now flowers unfold their beauties to the sun, * And, blushing, kiss the beam he sends to wake them. • The striped carnation, and the guarded rose, • The vulgar wall-flower, and smart gilly-flower, • The polyanthus mean—the dapper daisy, 'Sweet William, and sweet marjorum-and all

The tribe of single and of double pinks !
• Now, too, the feathered warblers tune their notes

Around, and charm the listening grove—The lark !
• The linnet! chaffinch! bullfinch! goldfinch! greenfinch!
--But, oh! to me no joy can they afford !
Nor rose, nor wall-flower, nór smart gilly-flower,
Nor polyanthus mean, nor dapper daisy,
•Nor William sweet, nor marjorum—nor lark,
• Linnet, nor all the finches of the grove !!

. (Holding his handkerchief to his eyes.] Your white handkerchief, madam-there, if you please.

Til. I thought, sir, I wasn't to use that 'till .heartrending woe.'

Puff. Oh, yes, madam-at 'the finches of the grove, if you please,

Î'il. -Nor lark,
Linnet, nor all the finches of the

grove e!' [Weeps. Puff. Vastly well, madam ! Dan. Vastly well, indeed !

Til. For, oh, too sure, heart-rending woe is now • The lot of wretched Tilburina !'

Dan. Oh! 'tis too much.
Sneer. Oh!—it is, indeed.

* Con. (R.) Be comforted, sweet lady-for who knows, . But Heaven has yet some milk-white day in store.

Tit. Alas, my youthful-gentle Nora, Thy tender youth as yet hath never mourned Love's fatal dart.

Con. But see where your stern father comes ; 'It is not meet that he should find


thus.' Puff. Hey, what the plague! what a cut is here !why, what is become of the description of her first meeting with Don Whiskerandos ? his gallant behaviour in the sea-fight, and the simile of the canary bird ?



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Til. Indeed, sir, you'll find they will not be missed.
Puff. Very well—very well!
Til. The cue, ma'am, if you please.
Con. It is not meet that he should find


thus. Til. Thou counsel'st right, but ’tis no easy task • For barefaced grief to wear a mask of joy.

Enter GOVERNOR, R. . Gov. How's this in tears ?-04 Puff. There's a round O! for you. Sneer. A capital 0 !

Gov. Tilburina, shame! • Is this a time for maudlin tenderness, And Cupid's baby woes ?-hast thou not heard That haughty Spain's Pope-consecrated fleet • Advances to our shores, while England's fate, · Like a

clipped guinea, trembles in the scale ! Til. [Seizing Governor's hand.] Then, is the crisis of my

fate at hand! I see the fleets approach—1 see

Puf. Now, pray, gentlemen, mind. This is one of the most useful figures we tragedy-writers have, by which a hero or heroine, in consideration of their being often obliged to overlook things that are on the stage, is allowed to hear and see a number of things that are not.

Sneer. Yes; a kind of poetical second-sight !
Puff. Yes.-Now, then, madam.

- Til. I see their decks *Are cleared !-I see the signal made ! • The line is formed !-a cable's length asunder! • I see the frigates stationed in the rear; • And now, I hear the thunder of the guns ! • I hear the victor's shouts I also hear • The vanquished groan—and now 'tis smoke-and now • I see the loose sails shiver in the wind ! • I see-I see—what soon you'll see'

[Swoons in the Governor's arms. Puff [In rapture, taking Tilburina's hand.) Mrs. Gibbs, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Dangle and Mr. Sneer. This is Mrs. Gibbs, one of the very best actresses on the stage, I assure you, gentlemen. Gov. Hold, daughter! peace! this love hath turned

thy brain :



· The Spanish fleet thou cans't not see-because .-It is not yet in sight!

Dan. Egad, though, the Governor seems to make no allowance for this poetical figure you talk of.

Puf: No; a plain matter-of-fact man; that's his character. Til. But will you, then, refuse his offer? Gov. I must-I will—I can-I ought—I do.

Til. His liberty is all he asks.'
Puff His liberty is all he asks.'
Sneer. All who asks, Mr. Puff?—Who is—he ?

Puff. Egad, sir, I can't tell. Here has been such cutting and slashing, I don't know where they have got to myself.

Til. Indeed, sir, you will find it will connect very well. · Til. A retreat in Spain !

Gov. Outlawry here ! Til. Your daughter's prayer ! Gov. Your father's oath ! Til. My lover! · Gov. My country! Til. Tilburina! · Gov. England ! · Til. A title ! · Gov. Honour ! Til. A pension ! · Gov. Conscience ! · Til. A thousand pounds! . Gov. [Starts.] Hah! thou hast touched me nearly !

Til. Canst thou• Reject the suppliant, and the daughter, too?

Gov. No more; I would not hear thee plead in vain ; The father softens—but the Governor• Is resolved!

[About to exit. Puf: My dear sir, give that a little more force, if you please— but the Governor's resolved !' Gov. [Imitating Puff"'s manner. The father softens

but the governor • Is resolved!

[Exit, quickly, L. Til. 'Tis well-hence, then, fond hopes—fond passion

hence; • Duty, behold I am all over thine



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• Whis. [Without, r.) Where is my love--my-behind!' Puff: My what ?- What's that, Mr. Penson?

Puff. Have the goodness to let me hear that line again.
Whis. Where is


behind ? Puff: No, no, sir !- Where is my love-my-behind the scenes'-spoken behind the scenes.

Whis. Oh, I beg pardon, sir, but I assure you it is written so in my part. [Exit, R. -Puf crosses to Sneer and Dangle.

Enter WHISKERANDOS, R. •Whis. (R.) Where is my

love-my-beauteous enemy, . My conquering Tilburina! How ! is't thus We meet? Why are thy looks averse? What means • That falling tear—that frown of boding woe? • Hah! now, indeed, I am a prisoner! Yes, now I feel the galling weight of these · Disgraceful chains- which, cruel Tilburina! • Thy doating captive gloried in before. But thou art false, and Whiskerandos is undone ! Til. Oh, no; how little dost thou know thy Tilburina. • Whis. Art thou, then, true ? Begone cares, doubts,

and fears, · I make you all a present to the winds; * And if the winds reject you—try the waves.'

Puff. The wind, you know, is the established receiver of all stolen sighs, and cast-off griefs and apprehensions.

Til. Yet must we part ?—Stern duty seals our doom: Though here I call yon conscious clouds to witness, Could I pursue the bias of my soul, All friends, all rights of parents I'd disclaim, * And thou, my Whiskerandos, should'st be father And mother, brother, cousin, uncle, aunt, • And friend to me!

Whis. Oh, matchless excellence! And must we part? Well, if we must-we must--and in that case • The less is said the better.'

Puff. Heyday! here's a cut !- What! are all the mutual protestations out?

Til. Now, pray, sir, don't interrupt us just here; you ruin our feelings!


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